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A giant, black snake head was staring straight into his eyes from less than a meter away.

"Ffinally, you were the sssslowessst to ssuccummb..."

Snekku had crawled in front of Ryker while he had been preoccupied. Ryker heard its slithering voice, but it didn't seem to come out of the creature's mouth - it just was. The giant, latex-skinned snake let his long tongue loll out, almost touching the wolfdog but not quite. Ryker heard a wet rustling beside him as Viri apparently reassembled himself next to the spent canine. Everything that had covered Ryker was now back to being a gooey fox, and that fox was staring at the snake with a dumb, blissful expression like nothing else existed in the world.

"Did you have fun? Viri here was kind enough to lend me his body to make it even easier to help Masssster and you others feel real good. After all, that's what I wasss born for..."

In his tired afterglow, Ryker stared blankly at the curious creature. Master? That must mean Todd. It seems he knew what he was doing when creating this monster, Ryker couldn't deny he had had somewhat of a good, even if scary, time. And he was very pleasantly cool, even with the unrelenting sun still shining on the clearing where the pool was.

But wait, shouldn't there be some other sounds other than his and the snake's breathing and the pool's gentle sloshing? Where were the other canines? Ryker lifted his head up and looked around - just snake coils, and a now nicely filled pool all around them and himself.

*gurrrrgle*

A weird, wet sound came out of one of the coils, followed by a very distant-sounding moan.

"Asss I said, you were the last one to be done with the preliminary funsss... The others are already enjoying the main course - me." The snake grinned widely. "That was Masster, he's really liking it in there, deep within my twisssts and turnsss."

Ryker froze still, afterglow fading quickly and being replaced with utter shock. Snekku ate him? This... wasn't supposed to happen, right? Todd didn't say anything about this, and Ryker remembered him only mentioning someone getting momentarily stuck in the snake. As Ryker's mind raced, the snake began to slowly turn around, revealing his still-jutting members and thick sack. They glistened in the sun, covered in a thin layer of the liquid from the pool, and both seemed to be pulsing slightly from the midsection.

Pulsing? Yeah, there was a clear movement visible, right in the center of the cock. As Ryker focused on the sight, he was sure he could make out a bulge in the shaft. One that moved around slightly... and was in a clear shape of a person.

"That'ss just your shep friend, who was ssooo eager to be in there that he even got himself stuck between my cocksss. The wolf you won't be able to sssee anymore, he's a bit... deeper. There's a little place under there, filled with all of his favorite thingssss. Nicely conssstricting, carefully filling..." The snake explained in an almost menacing hiss. "Get closer if you want, I wouldn't mind sssome attention."

Mesmerized, the wolfdog tried to get up but failed miserably, as the slippery surface of the pool bottom offered no friction to support his paws and made the wolfdog stumble face-first into the pool's white surface. His intention had not necessarily been to get closer than just plain running away. Viri didn't even budge next to him - his gaze was completely focused on the snake, uninterrupted, as if waiting for a show.

"Oh, sssilly me! Let me help with that a bit..."

The snake's tail came into action and dashed towards Ryker. He let out a startled scream and tried to crawl away backwards, but the snake was much faster than the fumbling canine. Before Ryker knew it, he was grabbed and tightly wrapped into the coils of the menacing snake. The creature brought Ryker closer to his face, the expression of his monstrous face a bit disappointed.

"Ah, I sssee. To enjoy me to the fullest your mind's gonna need some dissstracting, just like the others. After all, it'sss no fun if you're trying to get away all the time, you won't enjoy the experience at all!" The snake said in a mocking tone. "Now, relax and look deeeeep into my eyessss..."

Ryker couldn't turn his head away, his body was locked completely still by the constricting coils. He tried to close his eyes, but wasn't nearly fast enough. As soon as their gazes met, the wolfdog's mind was instantly wiped clean of all doubt. It was as if the parts of him that realized the situation he was in were sucked away by the snake, deep beyond the void of those yellow irises. All of the reasons why he should be afraid turned into a neutral state of happiness. The only desire left in his mind was to please the magnificent beast in front of him, do exactly what he says.

Snekku eyed the wolfdog carefully, as if studying him. "There we go, now thisss good dog is much happier and receptive. Ready for all the things I sense deep inssside your mind, all the hidden fantasiesss..."

The snake began moving, coiling his body around the hypnotized wolfdog. It wasn't yet tight enough to be unpleasant, but getting there by the second as the snake adjusted himself. Soon, the goal of the snake became apparent. Ryker saw the double cocks of the snake approaching fast, and before he knew it, was smushed against the top one, face and body pressed to the latexy surface of the appendage. The telltale scent of the material had been in the air quite strongly, but now it really invaded the wolfdog's nostrils as his nose, muzzle and body were suddenly pushed fast against the slick, rubber surface. A familiar, cool feeling surrounded him. The cock was still well lubricated by the snake's previous orgasm but a big spurt of pre hit Ryker as soon as he hit the appendage and ensured that Ryker was just as well slickened.

Momentarily something in the back of Ryker's mind felt off for a second as the rest of the snake's tail curled around the giant, black appendage, but as soon as any doubts manifested in his mind, they were gone. Whisked away by the commanding, invading presence of the snake and his suggestions still looming inside his mind. "Relaxxx... fulfill your desiresss..." Ryker's mind, left dull and blankly happy by the suggestions, was beginning to fill with euphoric joy as the snake began rubbing both the tightly bound canine and his cock up and down, using the dog for his pleasure.

With each twist of the coils around them, Ryker bobbed up and down on the snake's shaft. A good deal of the creature's precum was forced inside Ryker's mouth with each thrust, and the dog was forced, although happily, to swallow it down often to keep his airways free. The liquid tasted weirdly artificial but extremely pleasant to Ryker and worked to fuel his trance-induced lust even more. Ryker began to actively lap up the pre, licking the shaft in the process and eliciting deep, pleasured rumbles from his monstrous captor.

"Hrrrr, that's a good dog... Lick it all up, fill yourssself with it." Ryker heard, or more accurately, felt.

Ryker obliged without any thought and redoubled his efforts. After a while, even though Ryker didn't really notice himself, all of the pleasant pre and slick undulations against his body had had the added effect of his own erection now pushing strongly against the moving coils around him. Although without purposeful attention, it and all the other sensitive spots on his body were being very well attended to by the whole process, and all Ryker knew he was getting hornier and hornier by the minute. He let out small, panty whines in between licks, and his face was beginning to show signs of strain, holding back the building pleasure amidst the all-encompassing euphoria.

Around him, the snake's pace was quickening as well, as if he had noticed his little thrall was nearing his peak. The creature seemed to let his coils loosen a bit, then tightened them back in steady succession in addition to the vertical movement, adding to the whole, all-encompassing stimulation to both his own cock and the poor wolfdog. A bigger surface of the snake's flesh began pressing against the dog's lower back -the second shaft had been pushed into the action and was pressing against hm form the other side. It felt to Ryker like his whole world had become a living massager, or that he was just a tiny part in a well-oiled machine designed to maximize pleasure to both parties. As his pleasure built further, his head arched back. Eyes closed, mouth agape, tongue lolling out.

This made Ryker unable to continue licking and lapping at the snake's cock, and the creature seemed to take note of that quickly. The snake's whole body moved around, as if adjusting himself somehow, and on the next thrust, Ryker felt his tailhole stretch wide open as something slick, conical and huge was rammed inside. As he tried to exclaim at the sudden invasion, he could only let out a gagging "Gllrk!" as his open mouth was also invaded. It was the snake's tailtip - the creature had seen an opportunity and took it right away. The tip of the snake's second cock was now securely pushed inside the twitching, completely gagged wolfdog, mashing mercilessly against his prostate with every squirm.

It was incredible. It should've hurt but it didn't. It was still way too much to the already overstimulated canine. It was all, it was all so...

"MHHHHGHHH!"

Only after a couple of thrusts, Ryker's cock erupted within the snake's coils. An outside observer, like a certain spoogey fox still sitting entranced next to the whole display, would've not seen a wolfdog twitching and going stiff, or would they have been able to notice any spurts of seed from the hundreds and hundreds of liters and liters that were already covering the scene - only a slight concentration in the snake's movements was visible, so covered and small was the wolfdog compared to the snake's body surrounding him. To Ryker, however, the snake and the pleasure he had brought him was his world. He rode out his overstimulated orgasm with vigor, spasming against the restraining coils with each wave. No time before he had felt such fulfillment, his mind filled to the brim with joy and gratification.

As the peak of his pleasure waned, Ryker noticed the tailtip had left his mouth. The stretching appendage buried deep under his tail however, had not. So continued the undulations around him, thankfully slightly gentler now and not too overbearing on the wolfdog's sensitive post-orgasmic body. Ryker felt his mind starting to clear a bit, the trance wearing off and tiredness starting to creep in. The realization sunk in: he had just come from being the giant snake's toy, a living vibrator stimulating his enormous shaft.

The snake however, had not.

"Such a good, accommodating boy you are... Such a treat... but now, it isss my turn to enjoy."

And with that, Ryker's whole world turned 90 degrees and the dog felt himself being flipped on his back along with the snake's body. The coils retreated around Ryker and he felt the cool touch of the pool, but he was not free from the snake's grasp - steadily the creature lowered his weight on top of him, smushing him tight between his member and the bottom of the slippery, cum-filled pool. Although the cock's weight was almost crushing the squirming canine, the snake was careful not to let his other member escape from inside the wolfdog. Ryker tried to struggle fruitlessly against the overbearing mass, the trance and the exhaustion giving way to life-preservation instincts. Thankfully, despite being massive, the snake's body was quite soft and stretchy and not before long, Ryker felt the giant creature come to a stop on top of him.

The pause was only for a second, though.

Before Ryker could even realize he hadn't been completely crushed by the snake, he screamed as his world shifted yet again and a new kind of assault on his body began. The snake began to hump the ground on top of him, and Ryker in the process. The tip of the cock stuck inside him threatened to painfully push itself further and further inside with each trust, stretching him wider than he could've ever imagined, and the appendage smushing him to the ground slid front and back on top of him. Ryker felt the air being pushed out of his lungs with each hump, and he could only manage a quick gasp between thrusts to fill them back up again.

Without the hypnosis's calming effect affecting him properly anymore, Ryker was absolutely terrified. Each movement made him feel like he was either going to burst from the pressure or be torn apart by the massive cock inside him. Even more, the sensations were like a full-body milking machine for his spent prostate and cock, and pain filled his nerves from both as the thrusting body of the snake abused them mercilessly. Seconds felt like hours in the clutches of this machine of flesh and latex and Ryker, but Ryker's body seemed to endure the assault without damage. Still, the wolfdog was desperate for it to end, for a moment of peace.

After a while, some manner of end seemed to be getting closer as the snake's movement quickly sped up. Ryker felt like a twisted kind of rag doll, pushed and shoved around by the faster thrusts, and he was completely helpless to do anything but to wish for a release. A slight fear of what was to come crept into his mind as the snake's whole body began to vibrate with pleasured rumbles, thrusts becoming more and more forceful. But on the back of his mind, he couldn't help but to feel his arousal rising anew. For to be so utterly dominated, so... controlled.

Just as Ryker thought he and his ass couldn't take any more, the snake twitched, then contracted his body tight against the wolfdog. A strong rumble.

Then came the flood.

Both of the cocks began to simultaneously pump out cum like a fire hose, shooting on, over and inside the stuck wolfdog. The cock on top of him shot mostly over his head, but the amount that backflowed to him in waves made him sputter and covered his head completely in the spooge. Inside him, however, the liquid had no escape routes. He felt his belly stretch as the member filled him with spurt after spurt, this time absolutely sure he would burst. He thought he could even feel some shoot out of his mouth as the snake shifted his weight on top of the dog, clearly enjoying his peak.

Just as Ryker thought he would pass out from the lack of air, the snake shifted again. And that shift moved the cock too and made it plop out of him in one smooth yank. If there wasn't already a full pool of the liquid, the resulting flood from inside Ryker would've looked impressive, but now it was just a small addition to the overall volume. He felt the pressure inside him fade as the cum flowed out, and his lungs filled with air as the snake scooted to the side, letting the wolfdog free in the process. Ryker panted on his back; the pool so full he almost floated.

"Ssss... my little toy... I will seek you out again after this, that was ssso good. Before we part, though, I hunger to fill the rest of your fantasiesss. The deepest reachesss..."

The voice was loud, and much closer to him that Ryker anticipated, so he opened his eyes. They were met by deep, black snake ones. And as soon as their gazes met, Ryker's mind fell through the ground again. Sentient thought replaced by a longing, fear by desire. He was the snake's again, and his ethereal voice filled his mind once more.

"So quick to listen, I see you've learned well today... Now, let me see where your desires end up guiding you... Ah! That was easy." The snake stared intensely, as if grinning. "I thought you'd sssurely go the way of Viri, but I see my earlier transport methods awoke something in you - you want a longer trip. Long and peaceful... All the way in..."

All the way in? Currently, nothing could sound better to the wolfdog. He wanted to be close to the snake again, to be surrounded by him. Rest peacefully in his embrace...

And with that, the snake grasped the entranced, willing canine. He hoisted him up with his slick body, coiling softly around him. Ryker felt himself lifted up by the coils, brought inches away from the snake's snout. The giant creature stared briefly at his catch... his prey, before opening his jaws wide. Ryker stared back into the black abyss of the snake's throat as he felt the coils realigning around him, then pushing him closer. The tip of his nose touched the bottom of the giant maw as he was brought closer and closer, and before he knew it, the light around him faded as the snake shut his jaws around the dog's shoulders.

With a swift squelch and a weird movement of the jawbones, Ryker's head was moved back into the snake's pharynx. As soon as his muzzle brushed against the slimy surface, it caught hold of it in a quick squish. Ryker tried instinctively to move his head back, but the grip of the throat on his muzzle and the jaws on his back prevented any movement, amplified by the constricting coils around the rest of his body. Usually, this would've been alarming to anyone, but to Ryker, this was pure comfort. No reason to worry about what to do now, no chance of not being close to his captor... just safety.

Then came the first swallow.

Ryker felt the tight muscles around his snout constrict once more, then felt a strong pull which made his whole body lurch forwards into the squeezing grip of the throat. With the first swallow came another, and soon Ryker found himself stuck up to his waist in the creature's mouth. He didn't even think about it then, but just as Todd had assured him before, he could breathe just fine inside the snake. The smell of latex was now even stronger in the air, but also was a slight, earthy wetness, like inside a cavern on the side of a mountain.

The tip of the snake's body passed by his still exposed tailhole teasingly, but didn't engage. It was as if the snake had known the dog would not need any additional stimulation, any distractions in his journey. And sure enough, the arousal that had reawakened inside Ryker was surfacing again now that the swallows had brought his groin just inside the snake's snout. His package rested on the soft surface of the snake's tongue, and each of Ryker's breathy moans the velvety sensation elicited was drowned out by the squelching, wet sounds of the hungry gullet.

Slowly, the snake's tongue began to move with more intention, twisting and curling around the fuzzy sheath and orbs laying on top of it. Gentle, teasing licks, perfect for making the dog writhe in the beast's jaws. Ryker's descent seemed to slow down as Ryker's movement intensified, clearly his predator noticed and wanted him to enjoy the teasing. The tongue got more explorative as time went on - scouting around and under his balls, tracing the line where Ryker's hips met the corners of the snake's mouth...

The careful attention was ecstasy to the hypnotized dog, and before he knew it, he was humping and grinding as much as the tight grip of the jaws would allow. The tight throat around his upper body struggled to pull Ryker forward, its effort turned into just pleasant, slick undulations by the jaws holding the dog in place. All of Ryker's existence was asudden focused on the pleasure provided by the full-body blowjob he was receiving.

Subtly but surely though, Ryker's captor's jaw began to move forwards. The dog didn't notice it at first, but soon it became apparent the snake was preparing to do something more than just lick.

Soft movement all around his body.

_Tight_squeeze.

*glrk*

Before the wolfdog could have shot his load on the tongue assaulting his privates, the snake had taken a strong swallow and Ryker's body lurched forwards. His waist slid down, pulled by strong internal muscles finally allowed to do their job, and was squished tightly into the snake's throat. Ryker felt the world around him flip once more as the snake seemed to tilt his head back, letting gravity aid in the effort of pulling the widest part of his prey into his esophagus. It was getting slightly harder to breathe because of all the squeezing, but there still seemed to be an ample supply of fresh, latex-scented air in the path in front of him.

At first, the entranced wolfdog was slightly disappointed when the licks stopped, but the pleasurable sensation was quickly replaced by another as the throat's circular muscles squeezed repeatedly around the dog's crotch and ass. Although the snake didn't seem to slow down Ryker's journey intentionally anymore, the width of his hips was naturally making the throat really work for its catch. As each, strong swallow only pulled the dog down a little, his body was now subjected to an intense sucking, massaging sensation all around. To the horned-up helpless wolfdog, it felt heavenly.

"Enjoying the ride?" Unexpectedly, Ryker's mind was again invaded by the deep, slithery voice of the snake. "A couple of your friendsss certainly did before, you're again proving to be the most resilient one. Master had ssshot his firssst load as soon as my tongue had run it's first trails around his knot. Maybe I ssshouldn't have been so... rough on your prostate before."

Ryker couldn't really speak, but his continued, strained humps against the soft, silky flesh around his body answered for him. The snake's body was sucking him off just right. His dick was fully out by now, tightly pressed against the soft, soaked fuzz of his own bellyfur. His knot was also forming, signaling proper arousal but without that last push that would've gotten him past the tipping point. Like a really gentle canine muzzle, doing everything except for applying enough pressure...

"It'sss clear you're still in a very receptive state though. Oh what fun would it be for you to meet a friend inside, have a little alone time just the two of you... but sadly, I doubt you're going to be able to catch up to them. Thankfully, I have many more tricksss up my own sleeves once you sink a bit deeper... And I'm sensing a lot of them will be right up your alley."

Ryker smiled dumbly as the thought of everything the snake could be able to do to him filled his restrained mind. All the tendrils Todd had promised... As on cue, the wolfdog could feel a couple of teasing licks on the bottom of the pads of his paws- his body was now completely inside the snake.

"Ooh, you're making such a nice bulge on my body, I wisssh you could see it yourself. I'm sure it'd excite you even further, my little coil-slut."

Ryker blushed at the thought, the embarrassment of being called such a name breaking slightly through his trance. But even if he had been of normal mental capacity at that moment, he couldn't have denied how much he had grown to like bulges in snakes during the last couple of hours. His brief daydreaming was, however, interrupted by a final remark from the snake.

"But alas, it is time for you to concentrate on the rest of your ride. Enjoy yourself..."

With that, the squeezing muscles around his body redoubled their efforts, and soon Ryker could feel his feetpaws entering the tightness of the throat above him. His cock really enjoyed the change of pace, pulsing and leaking against his belly as the snake's internal muscles massaged his shaft and knot relentlessly.

However, while the constriction on the rest of his body was increasing, his muzzle seemed to be on the border of something wider. His nose pushed against a soft, squishy wall, which soon revealed itself to be a hole as it opened up slowly from the sharp pressure applied to it. In a steady pace, Ryker could feel his muzzle, then head pushing through the tight sphincter, meeting a slightly larger chamber with a bit more room to breathe.

The snake's stomach.

Ryker's body followed his head through the entrance relatively quickly, and to Ryker's great disappointment, his cock was no longer attended to in the roomier space. Although the new chamber still hugged his frame closely, it was much softer. Soft, peaceful blubs and gurgles filled his ears. No light, no muscles squeezing, no pleasant undulations apart from the snake's movement outside. No stimulation. There was just a gentle, sagging sensation and a small pool of slightly viscous liquid inside - it felt a bit like a rubbery hammock coated with lube.

While a sane version of him could've been very afraid of his current whereabouts, Ryker just whined. Having been so sensitive and sooo close to a new peak. In his desperation, his lustful mind did the only logical decision: self-help. He quickly slid his hands to the front of his body and grabbed his dick with both hands. His right hand began tending to his tip while his left wrapped tightly around the half-formed knot threatening to sing back into his sheath. Ohhh, it felt so good. He tried to mimic the pleasurable squeezes of the tube he had just been in, his mind fueling his lust with a vivid recollection of the sensation.

Ryker was able to stroke himself for a short while, just enough to build a steady rhythm which made the stomach sway slightly with the bobbing of his arms. His whines once gain turned into moans as his lust-filled mind was finally getting the satisfaction it so desperately craved.

However, the snake's body seemed to have other ideas. With a swift lash, something thin and long grabbed ahold of Ryker's arms and pulled them straight to his sides. Ryker, barked at the sudden attack and struggled, but because of the ample lube-like liquid he was completely coated in, he had no chance of being able to get any leverage or even a chance of holding a grip on his own dick. The thin tendrils wrapped around Ryker's arms and shoulders quickly, much like how the snake's coils had captured his whole body before. Soon, the dog could feel another set of constricting appendages grabbing and wrapping his legs, making him completely unable to move.

Ryker panted, held tightly in place by the thin coils. He could feel his own mind starting to break through the trance as moments went on, anticipation, frustration and worry almost breaking the spell. The process was interrupted by the coils coming back to life after a brief pause. New ones slid over Ryker's face and body, searching and probing at suitable places to latch on to. His belly, his earlier-abused tailhole, his aching cock... All were quickly found and attended to.

Two tendrils crawled up his chest to his neck, wrapping around it gently before sinking their heads deep into Ryker's throat in one swift squelch. Ryker gagged and struggled against the choking tentacles, then suddenly went still. The tendrils seemed to do something inside his chest: a weird sensation of opening up, then bulges could be felt travelling down its length, through the throat into his lungs. As soon as first of the bulges reached the tip of the tendril, Ryker could feel his struggling lungs filling back up with fresh air. At the same time, the other tendril produced a movement opposite of the first one, removing the outflow of Ryker's breath straight from his lungs. Ryker's mind went from panic straight back to euphoric horny-mode, perhaps intensified by unknown mechanisms.

The appendages around the wolfdog's most sensitive parts seemed to take note and pushed themselves straight inside the holes available to them. The slick, thin tendril slid down his urethra effortlessly, with only a nice stretching sensation and pleasant squeezing on the outside of his tied-up cock. Ryker moaned around the mass in his mouth as the tendril began to move up and down, sounding and pawing him at the same time. Another tendril had slithered up his tailhole and began to make its home there by swelling. The pressure against his hole and prostate increased fast as the appendage inflated. Soon, all tendrils were in place and achieved a perfect synchronization of movement, working in sync with each other to bring as much pleasure to the helpless wolfdog as possible.

Ryker let out a constant stream of muffled whimpers against the tendrils. He couldn't see anything, the only thing he could hear was the wet, rhythmic slurping and squelching of the coils, and the rest of his body gently swayed and held by the semi-tight, stretchy sack he was in. Nothing to focus on except for the alien sensations inside.

Pushing.

Pulling.

Swelling.

Squeezing.

The rhythm was just fast enough that Ryker could feel his pleasure growing, slowly but steadily. It was still slow enough that his whole body struggled to maintain the building, tingly feeling spreading all around his loins. Oh if it was just a tiny bit more vigorous...

Push.

Pull.

Swell.

Squeeze.

Ooooh... Ryker could feel his hips starting to shake uncontrollably against the coils.

Push.

Pull.

Swell.

Squeeze.

...

Push.

Pull.

Swell.

Squeeze.

Just a bit more...

Push.

Pull.

Swell.

Sque-

Ryker screamed, once again muffled by something in his mouth. His hips bucked with all their strength as his prostate squeezed, the first spurt of seed shooting up inside and around the tendril in his dick. His body writhed against the coils, which just stretched and gave way before settling into the same grip as they were before. His eyes rolled back triumphantly as he felt his, technically, fourth orgasm for the day reaching its pinnacle, this time intensified by the steadily-moving, invading tendrils. His dick spasmed again and again as his strained body struggled to produce more and more for the snake's expectant appendages.

As the wolfdog's body began to relax after countless spurts, he began to notice the coils had no intention of stopping. Their pace was slow and gentle, but each little twitch was starting to feel more and more sensitive on his spent privates. The stimulating sensation slowly grew as time went by, never reaching the painful levels as within the gooey fox but still constantly riding the edge of overstimulation. What happens now? Wasn't the snake going to let him free now?

As what felt like hours passed, then some more, Ryker's body was once again ready to produce, and his mind completely free of any doubt - just deprivation-induced lust.

The sun was setting, painting the forest clearing in a soft yellow light. In the middle of it was the coiled-up body of a content snake, resting within the pool of his own creation. His head nursed the steadily-pulsating bulge in his midsection, grinning softly as he could feel the occupants of his body enjoy their long confinements in his pleasure chambers. The release timer in his mind ticked down steadily, but the time was still counted in days rather than hours. Of course, the artificial snake had realized his creator and master had probably intended to input only a few hours, but he didn't have the liberty to change it himself if the said master managed to mess it up.

Still, he could've always said something. But what fun would that have been?